Dreams

Please forgive me for updating this blog as infrequently as I do. My life in Nepal is a bit hectic, and WiFi is not always easy to come by, but more importantly, when I write a post here, I want it to mean something. 

Today I have a brief, seemingly generic message for you: follow your dreams. In the song "Grey Street," Dave Matthews sings: "Take what you can from your dreams, make them real as anything. That will take the work out of the courage." While I have a dear attachment to this song, and you may see it referenced again, that particular line has always struck me. What does he mean, "take the work out of the courage?" I puzzled over it for a long time.

The thing about dreams is that they are unique to you. Sure, people share similar types of dreams: to perform in the Broadway stage, for example, or to raise a family. But just because these dreams are similar does not mean they are the same. Only you can see the world the way you do; you are the only audience to the dreams inside your head, whether they come in sleep or wishful thinking. And since you are the only person who knows those dreams, you are the only one who can make them real.

Now, of course, life does not always turn out the way we intend, often because of outside forces and actions. Some dreams are impossible - you will not sprout wings and soar above the earth, because as far as we know, that defies biology as we understand it. But many dreams are simply improbable - becoming President of the United States, for example. It is a highly coveted position with a slow turnover rate.

What is to keep you from trying, though? There is truth to the saying: "Shoot for the moon, and even if you miss, you will land among the stars." If you start on a road toward a dream with an open heart and mind, you never can predict what you will find along the way. Maybe your bright dream was actually a neon sign directing you to your true purpose or place in the world.

Having an open heart and mind is just as important as learning to overcome discouragement; the two go together. Don't let other people crush your dreams, and make sure not to do it to other people. Instead, when you meet people along the road, help them along their way, and welcome help when it is offered to you. While dreams may be unique to individuals, we are nothing if not social beings, and no dream can be sustained by one pair of hands.

If you have any doubt that dreams can be achieved, even in surprising ways, read The Last Lecture by Randy Pausch, or watch this Youtube video. Trust me, it is well worth your time. Be prepared to laugh, cry, and have your heart feel all funny. Whenever I doubt, I think of this man, and my fears disappear.

Have a beautiful day.

A Borrowed Tale

  Below is a recollection of a fateful incident as told by my fellow Fulbrighter, Emily. You can find her blog about Nepal right here. She gave me permission to repost this, as I am a central figure in the story. It shows how even in small everyday actions, you can be someone's hero. Anyway, I hope that this story makes you laugh. Have a beautiful day!

 

On my third day in Nepal, I woke up to quite a surprise—a giant moth the size of a pine-cone was perched on the curtain near the door. It looked like an eggplant with wings. I am still not entirely convinced that it was a moth…

At dinner, Caitlin and I joked about the “moth.” We decided to give it a name. I flipped through my Nepali phrase book and selected one of the only words I could pronounce— rumahl; it means napkin.

Earlier that day I decided to put up a mosquito net around my bed due to my penny-sized ailments. There was only one problem—there was nothing to hang the net from. I had tried to put the net up the past two days and had failed. Due to my lack of ingenuity I decided to seek assistance—after all, it shouldn't take more than two Fulbright grantees to put up a mosquito net, right? Alanna came to my rescue. We systematically wove a clothesline across the room and secured the net with clothespins. We succeeded. I was delighted. No more bug bites for me.

Now it was evening, and we returned to our apartment after dinner. I went into the living room and ended up talking to Alanna and Elsie until 10:00 pm. We were really proud of ourselves for staying up so late—typically, we went to bed around 8:00 pm (if we could stay up that late) and many of us would wake up around 3 or 4 am— Oh, jet lag. Finally, I decided it was time for me to go to bed. We had training in the morning, and I needed to be prepared.

I was changing into my pajamas when I unexpectedly heard something—a strange flapping sound. Suddenly, out of nowhere, Napkin came zooming through the darkness and HIT ME IN THE FACE. Oh my gosh! I thought, this is my karma for calling a giant flying pine-cone “napkin.” I was terrified. Because Lisa was sleeping, I contained myself from screaming. I had a mosquito net, I would be safe from “Napkin” the giant “moth” right? I climbed into the net and tried to go to sleep….

Napkin would not stop fluttering its wings. The strange noise woke Lisa up. As Napkin banged itself into the walls searching for a light source, I told Lisa about how I had been hit in the face by the mysterious creature. Alanna soon came into our room wondering what was going on. Shortly after her arrival, Napkin disappeared somewhere. Everything was silent for a few minutes, and Alanna left. Lisa and I thought we could go to bed. WRONG. Almost immediately after Alanna left, Napkin returned. It violently hurled itself at the walls. Napkin decided to pay Lisa a visit in her bed. She hid under her blanket, knowing that she should not be afraid. Poor Lisa. Then, Napkin noticed a light fixture on the side of the wall. It flew towards the empty light fixture. Suddenly, Napkin was stuck inside!

One minute past….no sign of Napkin

Two minutes past…no sign of Napkin

Three minutes past…no sign of Napkin

After about five minutes we thought Napkin was dead.

Until it came thrashing out of the light fixture straight towards my bed. Thankfully I have a mosquito net, I thought as Napkin pounded at the sides of my net. Alanna heard my cries of distress and promptly returned. Right when she came back, Napkin mysteriously disappeared again.

One minute past….no sign of Napkin

Two minutes past…no sign of Napkin

Three minutes past…no sign of Napkin

After about five minutes we thought Napkin was dead.

First I thought it was just the blanket rubbing against me. Then I felt the soft tickling touch of thin twig-like legs crawling up my body. Napkin was back.

The creature itself.

To this day, I am yet to understand how Napkin managed to get inside my mosquito net that night. After some initial shrieks of terror and deep breaths, I managed to remove myself from my bed. Despite my immense discomfort, Napkin’s arrival inside my mosquito net was ultimately a good thing, because it ended up saving its life. Brave Alanna got an empty pitcher and captured Napkin inside, releasing it out into nature on the balcony. That was the last I saw of Napkin, the eggplant shaped flying thing. I have learned an important lesson from this ordeal, don’t name flying creatures that resemble pine-cones after the easiest word to pronounce in the Nepali dictionary, they will find you and make you pay.

Quick Post about a Long Story

http://www.buzzfeed.com/drewphilp/why-i-bought-a-house-in-detroit-for-500

Okay, this thing is long. It took me about twenty minutes to read it. But it brought unexpected tears to my eyes. So read it, and have a beautiful day.